An abstract figure in black, with a CRT effect illuminating a broken image icon where a face would be. The figure wears two different sized crowns and in the orange-y red background the text "fool of the web, king of nothing" is repeatedly written.

Fool of the web,
King of nothing.

A concept that came to me when my internet dropped, and images on a website refused to load ... and ye, my brain just kinda hyperfixated on the concept of the broken image icon.

#art #illust #doodle #rkgk

In 1985, Wendy Carlos spoke about the reaction to her transition: "The public turned out to be amazingly tolerant or, if you wish, indifferent ... There had never been any need of this charade to have taken place. It had proven a monstrous waste of years of my life."

a macro photograph of a flower. it is so very red.

a macro photograph of curly kale. it is very green.

not meat

a photograph of the meaty end of an uncooked lamb chop. liquid weeps from its surface.

a photograph of the bony end of uncooked lamb chops. two sets of ribs are crossed. salt is visible on the meat.

a macro photograph of an uncooked lamb chop. large grains of salt dot its surface.

a macro photograph of an uncooked lamb chop. grains of salt are scattered across its bloody surface. it is so red.

meat

a macro photograph of a flower. it is so very red.

a macro photograph of curly kale. it is very green.

not meat

a photograph of the meaty end of an uncooked lamb chop. liquid weeps from its surface.

a photograph of the bony end of uncooked lamb chops. two sets of ribs are crossed. salt is visible on the meat.

a macro photograph of an uncooked lamb chop. large grains of salt dot its surface.

a macro photograph of an uncooked lamb chop. grains of salt are scattered across its bloody surface. it is so red.

meat

There are natural consequences of worshipping the moon, or fortune. Change is intrinsic to their nature. Indulging in stasis is unbecoming.

And that's how I feel about dom(me)s and subs.

Knowing what (and who) you are is a type of strength, of course. You forge yourself into something that embodies a purpose.

... but, in doing so, in becoming, you necessarily create vulnerability. Places you will fracture. And perhaps you understand them, and shape yourself to break beautifully.

gave in to moon madness

ah well. I'll figure it out.

or get distracted and finish the other story I'm working on instead. the sickening one.

One of the problems with setting out to write a story about someone willfully giving up everything that made them who they were—all the memories, the relationships, the context—is that one must convincingly portray those things. Merely gesturing vaguely towards them isn't enough ...

We Who Are Chosen December 27, 2025 content tags: pain, memory loss, magical girls, reality/unreality

Published a new piece today. An early draft of this was submitted to the second Empty Spaces anthology. This version has been significantly edited.

It contains themes of memory loss, paranoia, and disability.

:3

[seing something distressing] I'm going to [remembering that posting violent or self-destructive things online has consequences] teleport to waffle house

girl who is begging for sex with the most desperate, eager, sultry expression and voice you've ever heard but she has 'I do NOT consent. please. she did something to me' hurriedly scrawled on her t-shirt with the marker poking out of her pocket

tea party in mah cellar come on in muthafuccah

christmas angel brought coal again so he's my christmas tree now

I don't like to say this about leps, but: objectively flawless creature

I literally believe that the US should be partitioned like Germany at the end of WW2 after this. Balkanize the whole thing. Don't let any successor state have a military.

in the doll pit nobody can hear you awa

it's such a good emote!

I just remembered this story, for ... no particular reason. No reason at all. Think nothing of the coincidence.

A bit rough around the edges, but I'm still pleased with how it turned out. I adore playing with unreality, y'know?

maybeelse.site/words/antlion/

I think that everyone who got excited about this idea is going to be confused and disappointed by what I'm actually writing :3

mhmm! I enjoyed it and its sequels at the time; it was doing some interesting stuff, imo, even though things got a bit muddled by the end of the series.

I'm going to make the difference between a dollwitch and a witchdoll everyone's problem.

exactly~

if you've read much Faction Paradox, I'm thinking about the way a time-active war forces civilizations to militarize their entire timeline. there is no space for the memory of peace, no moments of unguarded silence, because every such moment becomes a vulnerability to be exploited.

RECLINING HOUSEWIFE: Well, it was Bob's idea originally. He wanted a guard doll, something — you know. The way men do. Something big and macho and excessive. Like keeping a gun in the house, sort of *hoping* one day there might be an intruder and he could be his own action-movie star and kill them—

Not at all what anyone meant by "watchdolly" but cracking up over the mental image of everyone in the house being woken up in the middle of the night by "AWAWAWAWA!" and after some investigation, having to tell it to stop because that's a hedgehog, not a burglar